# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Hallowed Gethsemane, Once the Savior knelt in thee | | | | | | | |
d102 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d103 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
d104 | Hark, what is that note So mournful and slow | | | | | | | |
d105 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
d106 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d107 | Have you heard, have you heard of that [the] sun-bright [heavenly] clime | | | | | | | |
d108 | He cometh, he cometh, the ages are o'er | | | | | | | |
d109 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d110 | Hear, O sinner, mercy hails [calls] you | | | | | | | |
d111 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d112 | Heaven, heaven is a blest region | | | | | | | |
d113 | Heavenly Father, sovereign [might] Lord | | | | | | | |
d114 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d115 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
d116 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
d117 | How beauteous is the earth | | | | | | | |
d118 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d119 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
d120 | How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss | | | | | | | |
d121 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d122 | How full of anguish is the thought | | | | | | | |
d123 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d124 | How happy, how loving, how joyful I feel | | | | | | | |
d125 | How happy is the man who has [hath] chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
d126 | How long, O Lord our Savior | | | | | | | |
d127 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d128 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d129 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
d130 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d131 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
d132 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
d133 | How sweet is the cordial of love | | | | | | | |
d134 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d135 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d136 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d137 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d138 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d139 | I am fading away to the land of the blest | | | | | | | |
d140 | I came to the spot where the White Pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
d141 | I do not believe the sad story | | | | | | | |
d142 | I have no resting place on earth | | | | | | | |
d143 | I hear the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
d144 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d145 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
d146 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d147 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d148 | I quit the world's fantastic joys | | | | | | | |
d149 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
d150 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
d151 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
d152 | I would not weep, when passing clouds | | | | | | | |
d153 | If little children love to pray | | | | | | | |
d154 | If sorrow's hour has come to thee | | | | | | | |
d155 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
d156 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
d157 | I'm glad that I am [was] born to die, From grief and woe | | | | | | | |
d158 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d159 | I'm not too young for God to see | | | | | | | |
d160 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d161 | Immortal joys await the blest | | | | | | | |
d162 | In all my [our] [thy] ways, O God [Lord] I would acknowledge thee | | | | | | | |
d163 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d164 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
d165 | Infinite loveliness is thine | | | | | | | |
d166 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
d167 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d168 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d169 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d170 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
d171 | Jesus, the friend of man | | | | | | | |
d172 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d173 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d174 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
d175 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding [dying] love | | | | | | | |
d176 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d177 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d178 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d179 | Lift up your stately heads, ye doors | | | | | | | |
d180 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
d181 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d182 | Lo Jesus the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
d183 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d184 | Lord Jesus, come; for here Our path through wilds is laid | | | | | | | |
d185 | Lord of all power and might, Our heart's deep praise is thine | | | | | | | |
d186 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d187 | Lovely babe how brief thy stay | | | | | | | |
d188 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
d189 | Many a true heart melts with grief | | | | | | | |
d190 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d191 | Mine eyes are now closing to rest | | | | | | | |
d192 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
d193 | My brethren, I have found a land | | | | | | | |
d194 | My buried friends, can I forget | | | | | | | |
d195 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d196 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
d197 | My early hopes are fled | | | | | | | |
d198 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d199 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d200 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |